The first half of Nan Zhi's life was like a wrinkled manuscript paper, filled with betrayed sincerity. A talented girl from the Department of Translation was in a miserable state in reality - her love fed the dog, her ideals became moldy, and even good intentions became the knives stabbed at her by others.
Until one night, she caught a falling Milky Way - it was a mysterious cat with a star map in its pupils. Time and space collapsed in the arc swept by the cat's tail, leading her to fall into City A on the other side of the mirror: neon reflected seven layers of light and shadow on the glass curtain wall, and unopened blind boxes of fate hung on every street corner.
In the aroma of coffee in the new world stood Mu Xue, the girl who had enlightened her heart in her previous life, stuffing hot milk tea into her cold palm. Xiao Yan, who was across the negotiating table, pushed forward a foreign-related contract. Her fingertips brushed through the difficult foreign language clauses, and her dormant talent suddenly turned into a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Her voice flowed in the simultaneous translation room of international conferences, and the codes in confidential documents bloomed at the tip of her pen. Nan Zhi finally understood that some pearls are destined to fall on the right brocade.
The threads of the two worlds gradually intertwined, and she discovered that every scar was a coordinate that led the way - those disappointments and frustrations were originally meant to temper the broken soul into a more complete light after traveling through time and space.
On the night of the celebration banquet, Xiao Yan hid the rose under the translation manuscript: "Look, roses can grow even in scars." Looking at the neon lights outside the building, Nan Zhi suddenly understood the foreshadowing of fate: life is a journey of self-translation, translating the old words into new ordinary poems. And all the lost paths will eventually lead to their destination.
